Maka looked at her best friend out of the corner of her eye. He had hat-hair, wet locks spiking up crazily as Soul shook his head like a soaked dog. Turning away before his red eyes noticed her looking, she grumbled to herself in annoyance.
Why did he have to be so cute?
She sighed and started taking off her coat, ignoring Soul's struggles in pulling off his wet hoodie. When his struggle became too great to pretend she didn't hear, Maka turned around and helped Soul free, the two causing a bit of a scene with the struggle. Somehow, they ended up closer than she ever intended, his face inches away from hers.
Oh, to hell with it.
Maka leaned in and they were kissing, right in the middle of her foyer. The boy's arms crept around her waist, lips eagerly returning the favor after a bit of confusion.
It was clumsy and sweet and perfect.
